Erotica Pt. 2: Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Nasir returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.

“Perfect!” Leila declared, reaching for a glass.

“God, that bad?” Nasir asked, his eyebrows pursing slightly.

“No, it’s not that.” Leila said, shaking her head.

Get ahold of yourself. You’re running this show. Leila inhaled deeply and took the shot. She was ready. She’d handled hundreds of men at this point. She could handle him. Step one: break the touch barrier. Nasir returned to his seat beside her and sipped his shot. She looked directly at him and hardened her gaze. She would enjoy this.

“Before we begin, I’m gonna need--” Leila began.

“Yes, of course! I have cash.” Nasir finished, reaching into his pocket.

He produced an envelope and handed it over to Leila. Leila thumbed through the bills. It was more than she had requested.

“You know this is--”

“I know. I wanted to tip you ahead of time.” Nasir clarified.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Leila replied, smiling to herself.

“Sure. Well, you deserve it.” Nasir said, turning away sheepishly.

Leila grinned. They were going to get along.

“May I kiss you?” She asked, snapping into her professional persona.

Nasir blinked and gave her a half smile as he tucked a lock of hair behind his ear. Leila noticed the tips of his ears turning red. She enjoyed the effect her directness was having on him.

“Is that a yes?” She asked again, this time coyly.

She leaned toward him and placed a hand on his cheek. She brought her face close enough to his that their noses brushed together. She could smell the combination of tea and tequila on his breath.

“Yes,” Nasir said, his eyes wide open, looking into hers.

Leila turned her head to the side and pressed her lips against his, sucking gently as the tip of her tongue budded forward to tease his lips apart. She shut her eyes, focusing on the texture and warmth of his mouth against hers. Nasir leaned in. He placed a hand on Leila’s waist, and one on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. Leila opened her eyes and noticed Nasir hadn’t closed his. He was staring at her as they kissed. For a moment, she was caught off guard, but then she met his gaze and bit his lip. Hard. Hard enough that she could taste blood. Nasir flinched and pulled back, unsure what had happened. Leila winked at Nasir.

“Do you want to sit on the couch for me?” Leila directed, not asking.

Nasir lifted himself from the floor onto the couch with an obedient hunger. He watched her with rapt attention, unsure of where she would lead him next. His erection protruded through his pants, but he kept his hands at his side, awaiting her next direction.

Leila unbuttoned her pants and slid them down her hips, onto the floor. She pulled her shirt over her head. She stood before him in a little black thong.

“Don’t move.” She commanded.

Nasir remained in place. She saw his cock pulse, fighting against its restraints. Nasir swallowed hard. His hands gripped the couch. He watched her, unblinking, his breath shallow with anticipation. Leila stepped toward Nasir and bent over, allowing her breasts to dangle in front of him as she placed her hands on his shoulders. She leaned in and nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. She felt her nipples hardening as she imagined his touch. She stuck out her tongue and grazed his neck with the tip.

“I want to touch you… so badly.” Nasir said, his voice a low rumble in her ear.

“Be patient,” Leila replied, “Good things come to those who wait.”

Leila moved to straddle him. She planted her knees on either side of his hips and remained upright, kneeling over him. He looked up, her breasts hung above him, slightly out of reach. He began leaning forward, trying to graze her stomach with his lips, but Leila pushed him back.

“I touch you, Nasir.” Leila instructed.

Nasir nodded, and steadied himself. A wet stain began to materialize where his cock strained against the crotch of his trousers.

“Why don’t you fix that? Point it upward for me.” Leila directed.

Nasir slowly moved to adjust his erection so that his cock was angled upward. He paused for a moment. There was no way he could tuck it upward and avoid exposing the head. For a moment, he tried to tuck his boxers over, but Leila stopped him.

“Leave it out,” She said, pulling his boxers down to once again expose the reddened tip of his cock. She watched a shining bead of pre cum form as it pulsed under her gaze, “I want to play with it.”

Leila lowered herself down onto his lap. She pulled his shirt off over his head, exposing his chest, then pressed herself against him. He let out a quiet moan. His chest and neck were flushed red with lust. Leila was impressed with his discipline. He was being a very good boy. She kissed him again, this time forcing her tongue into his mouth. She wanted to penetrate him with every bit of her. She reached down and with her index finger, drew little circles around the head of Nasir’s cock. He shuddered.

“What are you doing to me?” He whispered.

“Whatever I want.” Leila replied.

“When can I touch you?” He asked.

“When I let you,” Leila whispered, “Patience.”

Leila lifted off of Nasir. She moved beside him on the couch and knelt on all fours facing him.

“Wow,” He remarked, the word falling from his lips before he could catch himself.

Leila lowered her head down until her face was less than an inch away from the head of Nasir’s cock. For a moment, she laid her head on his lap as she continued teasing his head with her index finger. Nasir’s hands gripped even tighter into the couch as he felt Leila’s warm breath against his skin. He gazed over her body, concentrating every bit of his effort into remaining in place even as the forbidden fruit of her flesh dangled within reach. Her hair draped across his lap, it was as if she was wrapping him in her web.

Leila flicked out her tongue. She wanted to taste him, whether or not it was an item typically on her menu. Sometimes she made exceptions, and tonight felt like an exception.

“May I lick you,” She asked.

“Oh god,” Nasir said, closing his eyes, “I’m afraid I’m too close. I don’t want to come yet.”

Leila smiled, “So your only concern is coming?”

“I want it,” Nasir replied, his gaze hard, lips pursed together into a thin line of concentration, “More than anything.”

“So, may I?” Leila asked again.

“Yes. Please.” Nasir whispered.

Leila extended out her tongue and gently lapped at the bit of his cock that managed to poke out from his pants. She tasted his saltiness, her mouth salivating.

“Fuck me.” Nasir moaned.

His hips raised in response to the warm wetness of her soft lips around the head of his cock. The sensation was delicious. Goosebumps rose across his skin. He looked back at Leila’s body, folded over his, the curve of her bottom sloping gracefully. A nipple grazed one of his hands. It took everything he had not to reach out and touch her skin.

Leila unbuttoned Nasir’s pants and tucked her fingers into the waistband pulling them down. There was nothing left to keep his erection in check. Without the stiff fabric of his trousers, his cock sprung upward. She enjoyed it’s springy, persistent personality. She shifted onto the floor and knelt in front of him. Nasir’s eyebrows furrowed. How long would she deny him? Even Leila didn’t know. She liked watching him squirm. She liked being in control of his cock. She pulled down his boxer to fully expose his throbbing erection in all its glory. Leila looked up at him as she took his girthy cock into her mouth. She slowly moved up and down, exploring him with her tongue.

“I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you. This is heaven and hell, Leila. You are heaven and hell.” Nasir gasped.

Leila paused, “Want me to stop?”

“Please let me touch you.” Nasir pleaded.

Leila returned to lap up a bead of pre cum on the tip of his penis.

“You want it that bad?” Leila asked, with feigned innocence.

“Yes. More than anything.” Nasir insisted.

“And where do you want to touch me?” Leila asked, lazily stroking his shaft as her tongue traced circles around his head.

“Everywhere. Anywhere. Wherever you let me.” Nasir replied, searching for an answer she would accept.

“You can pick one place to touch.” Leila replied.

Nasir considered. He gazed down at Leila, kneeling before him, her lips around his cock. He knew that she wouldn’t make this easy.

“What can I touch with?” He asked.

Leila raised an eyebrow. He was clever. It was the right question to ask.

“I’ll let you decide.” She replied.

“My mouth?” He asked.

“If that’s what you want.” She said, coyly.

“How will I reach you if I’m not allowed to move?”

“Lay down.” Leila commanded.

Nasir obeyed. He laid back with his arms by his sides, this time with his palms face up. He was learning the rules of the game. Leila removed her thong, suddenly acutely aware of her wetness and the absence of the little piece of cloth that once separated them. Leila crawled until her knees were on either side of Nasir’s head. For a moment, she hovered over him, allowing him to gaze up between her legs.

“My god,” Nasir muttered to himself.

It took every ounce of effort not to reach up and grab her hips, to pull her down and explore every inch of her with his tongue. But he remained still. Good things come to those who wait.

“Do you want to taste me?” Leila asked, “Or is there another part of me you wanted to suck on?”

“Sit on my face.” Nasir replied without a second thought, his dick pulsing in agreement.

“Please.” Leila instructed. She didn’t have time for poor manners.

“Please!” Nasir replied obediently.

Leila lowered herself down, onto Nasir’s face. As much as she enjoyed denying him, she also felt the strain of denying herself. Her vulva quivered in anticipation as her lips met his, and she felt his tongue penetrating her. She inhaled sharply at the sensation, dizziness overtaking her for a moment. She stared down at him, wedged between her thighs, his beautiful hair forming a dark halo around his head. She wanted to savor the image, to take it home with her later when they inevitably parted ways. She felt his tongue, flicking up and down, his mouth sucking on her clit. She pressed herself against him, grinding against the little bit of stubble on his cheeks. She wanted to smother him, to use her cunt to deprive him of oxygen. She wanted to cover him in her scent, she wanted to own him for the night.

But she couldn’t have him dying on her, so she lifted, to check on Nasir. He gasped for breath. Leila smiled down at him. When he recovered, he smiled back at her.

“God, what are you doing to me?” Nasir asked with a chuckle.

“Not murdering you,” Leila laughed.

She sat on his chest, she wanted to cover him in her wetness. She reached to grab his cock again, but paused for a moment to look at him, fully naked before her. She drew her fingertips over the dark hair of his thighs, gazing at him with a fondness she didn’t typically experience with clients. He was so handsome. And he was an adept sub, considering it didn’t seem to be his typical dynamic.

“Can you let your hair loose?” She asked, hoping she wasn’t crossing a line.

“Sure,” Nasir replied.

He lifted his head to unwind the rubber band holding his braid together, and began to unfurl his hair. His dark hair cascaded down in perfect waves that draped over his shoulders. Leila leaned down and ran her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp, then kissed him. He reached out instinctively to caress her cheek, but stopped himself before he could touch her. Leila grabbed his hand and placed it on her cheek. Nasir allowed his other hand to reach down and cup her bottom, initially gently, then hard, with all the pent up frustration he’d swallowed restraining himself. Leila allowed herself to be taken. She enjoyed the painful pinch, knowing she’d created it. She tried to push him down again, but he resisted, instead pulling her onto his chest. His hands searched her body, exploring every crevice, poking and prodding her open. He pulled apart her ass cheeks and slid his cock up and down against her belly, leaving a trail of his desire on her body. Leila dove her tongue into his mouth, exploring his teeth, tasting herself on his lips. Nasir moaned, and sat up suddenly. He lifted Leila into his arms and stood. He stared deeply into her eyes.

“May I fuck you?” He asked, breathlessly.

“You may,” Leila replied.

She felt her vulva ache with desire. Her nipples stood erect, waiting. She salivated. Nasir carefully laid her down on the couch, and fetched a condom from the pocket of his pants. He slid it on, as he continued kissing her. He bent to kiss her nipples. He flicked out his tongue as Leila shivered with the new sensation. He used his thumb to rub circles around her clitoris as he sucked. A wet spot began forming on the couch cushion beneath Leila’s opening. Her vagina clenched and unclenched, anticipating being filled. She wanted Nasir to spread her open. She wanted to feel every bit of him, to wrap herself around his hungry cock. But now it was Nasir’s time to tease. He bit her nipple so hard that she inhaled sharply. She looked up at him, enjoying his turn of dominance, even as he knelt between her legs, focusing on her pleasure. She felt herself opening, giving herself to his touch, allowing herself to gaze over the edge. She felt warm, and light headed. She could come if she wanted to. She felt the bliss of an orgasm creeping up on her, but she didn’t want to come. Yet. She wanted to come on his cock.

“Please fuck me,” She gasped, reaching for his erection.

He lifted his head and kissed her, still massaging her slit. He rose until his cock was level with her opening, and for a moment plied her hole with the tip, enjoying the tease. He eased himself forward. He felt her squeezing tightly around him. He pressed deeper, forcing her open. Leila felt herself expanding to accommodate him. He stroked every bit of her that had been wanting. He pushed deep, feeling the bit of wetness where the base of his cock met her opening. He wished he could feel all of it, but this was still beautiful. Any more, and he would have already finished. Leila’s body beneath him writhed with pleasure. He wet his thumb with saliva and returned to drawing circles around her clitoris as he eased slowly in and out. He shut his eyes, listening to her breath and moans. Looking at her was almost too much.

Leila stared him down. She was so close to coming. She wanted him to see her. She wanted him to watch the arousal on her face.

“Look at me,” Leila demanded, “Look at me while I come on your cock. Oh my god, look at me Nasir! I’m coming!”

Leila’s eyes rolled back as she pulsed around his cock. Nasir watched her, his breath catching as sweat glistened on her brow. He sped up his thrusts, carried on by his own excitement. Leila arched her back and thrust her hips against him, pressing him deeper into her as she rode out her orgasmim. Then Leila began laughing, an ecstatic post-orgasmic laugh.

“Oh my god, I came so hard I’m crying,” Leila said, wiping tears from her eyes.

“Should I stop?” Nasir asked.

“No, keep going, baby. I’m not done.” Leila insisted, intensity returning to her eyes.

Nasir pressed deep into her, his hands gripping tight onto her hips.

“Let me turn over.” Leila instructed.

She turned away from him and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks. Nasir didn’t need further guidance. He slid himself into her, feeling her soft flesh against him. He bent over her back and kissed her shoulders. He wanted to absorb the feeling of her skin against him. He reached for her breasts, trying to hold every bit of her. He began thrusting faster, deeper, hearing the wet sucking sounds of his cock penetrating her moist slit. Leila moaned below him. She savored having him over her, using her for his pleasure. She relished the sound of his grunts, and the feeling of his cock pulsing as he paused to linger inside of her, catching his breath. She knew he was close.

“I want you to cover me in your cum.”

“How? Where?” Nasir asked suddenly dazed with arousal and confusion.

“Cum on my tits. I’ll suck you off.” Leila directed.

Reluctantly, Nasir disengaged. He was enjoying her body, but simultaneously wanted to feel her mouth around him. Leila removed the condom and took his cock into her mouth. She stared up at him, not wanting to miss anything. She wanted to watch him struggle to stand as she sucked his soul out of him. She stuck out her tongue and took him as deeply as she could down her throat, tears welling in her eyes. Nasir held onto her shoulders for balance. She continued, stroking him with one hand, and using her mouth to stimulate his head. Suddenly, she felt the pulse of cum traveling up his cock. Nasir pulled away and grabbed himself, stroking rapidly.

“Fuck!” He shouted.

Hot semen shot from his cock onto Leila’s chest. She watched his face contort, his brows pursing, his teeth gritting together in blissful agony. She enjoyed being claimed by him, covered in his cum. She looked down at the shiny droplets dripping down her body as Nasir buckled and sank onto the ground beside her.

He leaned against her, catching his breath, then turned his head to kiss her shoulder.

“That was beautiful. Thank you.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome.”